When I came out of the bedroom, she was taking things out of the luggage one by one.

"Son, these are your favorite dried green beans, they taste best when stewed with ribs.

"This cured meat, stir-fried with shredded bamboo shoots, you loved it when you were young!

"And this, I specially bought an old hen from the mountain this morning, you've been tired taking care of the child these days, you need to replenish yourself!

"Look at you and your child, both exhausted, now that mom is here, you just need to rest well."

In short, nothing was for me, the new mother.

My husband asked his mother in surprise, "Mom, are you planning to help take care of the child? You're not in good health, I didn't ask you because I'm afraid you'll get sick from exhaustion."

Indeed, he is filial.

As expected, when his mother heard this, she was so touched that she almost shed tears.

"Good child, mom knows you're filial, but mom can't bear to see you so tired. In a few days, you'll go back to work, don't worry about the child."

My husband awkwardly smiled and didn't respond.

His mother still didn't know, her eldest son resigned from his job due to offending his superiors, and he still hasn't found a new job.

To prevent his mother from worrying, my husband begged me not to tell his mother about this matter.

I gave a sarcastic look, and it seemed like his mother just noticed me at that moment.

She immediately changed to a condescending tone, "Ningning, let me make it clear, don't expect me to help take care of your child all the time, I'll only help until you finish your postpartum recovery."

I raised an eyebrow.

Because apparently, postpartum women can work once they finish their recovery, right?